Good Morning Poems | Examples of Good Morning Poetry

DAWNING ANOTHER DAY Like sunshine of day, Again, I have my dawning; Glory to God:- May divine wisdom and guidance Lead me in labors of love. In this day’s sojourn, May I be a sower of Determination: Cultivating hope and faith In conquering all evils:- Use me today God, In making this thankful day One to be be glad in: A day of...

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Yeasty with a cornmealed bottom The sun-dried tomato's and sundried Red bell peppers called me The parmesaned and garlic crust topped with olives, anchovies, and Onions the queint essential of elegance refined by the knead of belonging Bacon wrapped artichokes With a hint of lemon Mozzarella browned to create a delicate longing of satisfaction. Basil, oregano, and olive oil Enough to tease. Just...

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Good Morning By Evelyn Aimarie The sun yawns Through the clouds I am alone. I am alive....

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Don't believe the lies that have been said, Do you truly think you're better off dead? Shake that thought out of your head, Let me tell you what is true, what is real, My friend, you should choose to live instead. Why do you meet the mornings with dread? Wake up, come on, rise from your bed, How about some breakfast so...

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. if'n yuh wanna see mine bright ...

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Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

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Dear Lord Jesus You're my friend and You are my brother even though You are a King, I love You more than any other and my soul belongs to you. You're my Rock and You're my Shield to You alone will I gladly Yield. As the deer pants for the water, so my soul does long For You. I ...

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Good morning America. Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window, and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky. Locked into this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching coloration, reminding me of the colors of the American flag. Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue. No, there were no stars and strips, but I...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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(A subaltern dawn song...) We rise before the rooster cries, Before the sky begins to blush, Before the bosses sip their tea, We sweep the silence with a hush. The city sleeps in dreams of glass, We move like whispers through its veins With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace, Erasing footprints made of stains. The milkman’s cycle hums its tune, His bell rings...

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I don't know why. I added the same sugar, poured from the same tin. But it reminds me of farewells those spoken casually, like we wouldn't miss each other. Like love could be scheduled. This bitterness it's not the coffee. It's remembering your face only through photos your voice buried beneath children's laughter....

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A hush falls soft on waking land, Where silver threads through silence stand, The trees half-dream in veils of white, Bathed in the breath of fading night. The sun, a whisper on the hill, Spills golden ink, yet all is still. The world in pause, a sacred hush— The mist moves slow, the day won't rush. Each blade of grass wears nature's lace, Each...

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Tapestry of Life** In the intricate tapestry of life, vibrant memories weave their threads, each one shimmering with its own hue. The echoes of past workplaces linger like faint, nostalgic perfume, evoking a bittersweet blend of longing and relief. Seacrest, with its relentless morning shifts and haunting graveyard hours, etched an indelible mark on my soul—a...

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Tweet tweet tweet I hear the birds speak I wonder what they say Perhaps it’s a song Or a prayer strong To welcome golden day The sunshine glows And wouldn’t you know By their cheerful chirps Perhaps they’ve learned To get the early worm And whistle while you work I lay here nude Enjoying their tune Of rainbow inflections Tan ceiling fan on Creating my own song Sunny disposition suggestion...

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two clasp white morning smoke — two who spoon bumps away from heat spinning out of the glass, bench space two spoons, sugar eyes, coffee mug tilt — lips touched by the moment, chairs screech...

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